Chapter 605 Getting Together
One knee on the bed, Wesley carefullyid ir down and tucked her into bed, covering her with the
beautiful patchwork quilt. When he was about to draw his arms back, she suddenly opened her eyes a
little.
Wesley froze, wondering if he woke her.
ir closed her eyes again, but then she wrapped her arms around his waist and mumbled, "Wesley?
You visited me in my dreams."
She buried her face in his chest, yawned and continued mumbling, "Wesley, I missed you so much!"
He lifted his hand to caress her smooth cheek, and nted a kiss on her forehead.
Fascinated by her murmuring lips, full and colorful, he couldn''t help but lower his head to kiss them.
The next morning, when ir woke up, she remembered her dream. Wesley hugged her and kissed
her. But the passionate kiss felt so real that she could even feel her lips hurting and her breath ragged
at that moment.
And she dreamed of Wesley running his rough hands all over her body.
As she remembered what happened in her dream, ir buried her face in the pillow, scratching her
messy hair in shame. ''Oh, my God! I can''t believe I had such a sexy dream. That''s not like me!'' she
thought, shocked.
But at least, she felt lucky no one had the supernatural power to see her dream. No one knew her little
secret.
She then sat up. Her eyes went wide and she jumped out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom. She
felt arge amount of menses gushing out.
However fast she ran, it was toote. Her pants were red; some even dripped on the floor.
She grabbed a rag, got it wet and went to town on the carpet. She kept herself busy cleaning and
totally forgot about her dream. She didn''t even have the time to think about how she got from the sofa
to the bed. Someone had moved her, but she didn''t stop to wonder about that.
When she walked to the living room, she was surprised to find there was no food on the table. She
remembered she had put the barbecued dish on the table. But where was the food? No skewers or bits
of food in the bin, either. So where did it go?
''Did Wesley reallye backst night? Did he eat the rest of the food?'' she wondered.
But still, she didn''t stop to ask herself a very vital question. Who moved her from the sofa to the bed?
ir turned to look at Wesley''s bedroom. The door was open.
She walked over to his room and peeked inside. He wasn''t there. His room was as neat and tidy as it
always was. The quilt was carefully folded and ced at the end of the bed. Wesley was fastidiously
clean.
''Wait! Something''s not right.'' ir remembered she had put Wesley''s bed sheet and quilt into the
washing machine two days ago when she did theundry. She forgot to help him make the bed after
they were dry.
When did he make his bed? Now, she was sure Wesley came backst night and carried her to the
bedroom. She was sound asleep and knew nothing about it.
ir patted her forehead remorsefully. She had missed a chance to be with him.
Then she remembered her dream. Was it a dream? Or was it reality?
One day, ir was working in the office when she got Wesley''s call. "You avable tonight?" he asked.
ir paused and then answered, "Yes." She had nned to work overtime. But since he called her,
she decided to leave work on time.
"Great! Pick you up at eight."
"Where are we going?" ir asked curiously.
Wesley told her, "Some friends of mine are getting together."
''I get to meet his friends?'' She was excited at the invitation. "Okay." She smiled sweetly, even though
he couldn''t see it on the phone.
That night, ir met Wesley''s close friends: Carlos, Damon and Curtis. She was happy to see
everyone there, except one person—Megan. Every time she saw this troublemaker, she wished she
could kick her far away like a ser ball. She didn''t even spare the girl a second nce.
But at least Wesley wasn''t taking care of her. Carlos had brought Megan along. The cold CEO was on
duty to take care of the girl that night, so ir could just sit quietly next to Wesley.
Thenter, she witnessed an interesting bit of drama. The star of this live show was the legendary Mrs.
Huo—Debbie Nian.
In the middle of the get-together, Carlos'' assistant called him and told him that Debbie was at a
nightclub at the other end of the building where they were in. Debbie had asked for some hot young
men in the club to serve her. ir was shocked when she heard that; her curiosity about Mrs. Huo
increased.
She saw the cold CEO leave the booth in a hurry, and then the other people also followed him out. But
Wesley didn''t budge, showing no interest in Debbie or her games. ir was disappointed. She wanted
to see the show too! A few secondster, for some unknown reason, Wesley suddenly changed his
mind and joined the rest of his friends at the nightclub.
When she arrived, ir saw Debbie, wearing heavy makeup, sitting in the middle of a group of
absolutely gorgeous guys. No messy haircuts, pecs visible through their shirts, nice-sized biceps.
There was another girl there too. She seemed to be a good friend of Debbie''s.
ir liked Debbie a lot: bold, straightforward, honest. They even had the same enemy—Megan.
Since ir wasn''t dating Wesley, she couldn''t really say anything about Megan, no matter how much
she hated the girl. But Debbie was different. She was Carlos'' legal wife, so she had the right to shut
Megan down and expose the girl''s true colors.
Debbie did a good job. She said everything ir wanted to say.
But Debbie thought ir was Wesley''s girlfriend. That came out when she was arguing with Carlos.
Much to ir''s surprise, Wesley didn''t clear that up. He just let her assume that. He was pretty
adamant that Megan was like his niece, and off the table as far as dating went. Carlos liked to say that
a lot too.
Debbie not only confronted her husband face-to-face, but she also took potshots at Wesley, who had
also let their so-called niece get away with too much.
ir felt relieved, knowing that she wasn''t the only one who hated Megan. Meanwhile, she looked up
to Debbie after that.
Wesley noticed the stars in her eyes when ir stared at Debbie. He silently gripped her hand and
squeezed it, as if warning her.
Then, to avoid punishment from Carlos, Debbie turned to ir for help. The naughty woman wanted to
take ir to the manor and have fun together. ir decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
She wasn''t going to get involved in this lover''s spat, so she turned Debbie down.
After Debbie was rather forcibly removed from the club by Carlos, ir also left the nightclub with
Wesley.
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Shortly after they left, Wesley''s phone rang. ir caught a glimpse of the screen and saw that the
caller ID said Megan.
ir sneered. Megan couldn''t bug Carlos tonight, so she decided to bother Wesley instead.
Wesley picked up the car phone. "Uncle Wesley... I''m sad. Boo...hoo..."
Megan''s crying echoed inside the car. When Wesley said nothing, the girl continued, "Do you and
Uncle Carlos hate me now, Uncle Wesley?"
"No," Wesley replied simply.
"I know Debbie Nian has always held a grudge against me. Uncle Carlos doesn''t care about me now...
Uncle Wesley, if you hate me, please tell me straight up..."
A hint of impatience shed in Wesley''s eyes. But he tried tofort her, "You''re sick. Don''t cry. It''ll
make it worse."
"I know..." Megan''s sobs continued toe from the other end of the phone.
ir felt so annoyed to hear Megan going on like this. Her good mood was dampened. Although the
line was still connected, she looked at Wesley, expressionless, and demanded coldly, "Wesley, can you
stop the car?"
Megan stopped crying in an instant. Wesley shot her a confused nce and asked, "Why?"
''Why? Isn''t it obvious?'' Irritated by the stupid man, she didn''t care that Megan could hear their
conversation and said as calmly as she could, "Either hang up the phone now, or let me out."